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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.