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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.