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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.