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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.