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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.