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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.