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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.