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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.