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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
The Saints,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Japan,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.