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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Television,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.