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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.