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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.