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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.