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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.