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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.