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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.