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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.