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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.