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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.