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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.