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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.