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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.