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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.