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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.