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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
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.