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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.