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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.