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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.