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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
ABC,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.