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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.