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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.