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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.