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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.