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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Whodini,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
the Association,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.