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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.