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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.