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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.