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 Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
X-101,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.