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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.