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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
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.