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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.