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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.