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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.