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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Pole,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.