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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.