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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.