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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.