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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.