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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Faust,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.