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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.