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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.