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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.