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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.