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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Slave,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.