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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.