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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.