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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Slave,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.