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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.