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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.