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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.