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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.