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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.