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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.