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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.