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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.