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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.