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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.