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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.