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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.