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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.