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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.