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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Organ,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.