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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.