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 India 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.