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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.