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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.