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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.