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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.