Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.