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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.