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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.