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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Wire,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Scion,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.