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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.