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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.