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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.