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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Can,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.