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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
DNA,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.