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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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 Five Americans,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.