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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.