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 France and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Crime,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.