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 Finland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.