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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
DNA,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.