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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.