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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.