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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.