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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 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 Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.