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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.