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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 DJ Style 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.