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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.