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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.