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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
10cc,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.