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 France 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.