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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.