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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.