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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.