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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.