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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.