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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Smog,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.