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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.