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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Smog,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.