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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.