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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
CMW,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.