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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Marmalade,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.