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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Wire,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.