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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.