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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.