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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.