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 Mali 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Litter,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.