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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.