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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.