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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.