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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.