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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.