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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
X-102,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.