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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.