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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.