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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.