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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.