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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.