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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Section 25,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.