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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.