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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.