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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Lalann,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.