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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.