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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.