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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.