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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Visage,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.