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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.