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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.