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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.