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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.