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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.