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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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.