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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Japan,
Swans,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.