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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
PIL,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.