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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.