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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Whodini,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.