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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Wings,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.