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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.