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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.