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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.