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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.