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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Can,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.