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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
10cc,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Lyres,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.