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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.