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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.