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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.