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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.