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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.