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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.