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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Scion,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.