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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.