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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mandrill 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.