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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.