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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.