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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.