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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
DNA,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.