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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.