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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.