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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.