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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Swans,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.