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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Names,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.