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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.