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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.