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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.