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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.