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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.