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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.