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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.