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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
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.