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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.