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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
10cc,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.