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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.