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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.