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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.