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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.