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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Whodini,
Q65,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.