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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.