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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.