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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.