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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.