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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Residents to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.