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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.