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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.