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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.