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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
New Order,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.