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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.