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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.