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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.