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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.