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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.