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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.