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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.