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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.