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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.