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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.