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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.