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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.