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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Slave,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.