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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Move,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.