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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.