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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.