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 Hungary 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.