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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Q65,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.