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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.