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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.