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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.