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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.