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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Mars,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.