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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.