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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.