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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Television,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.