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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.