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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Section 25,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.