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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.