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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Scion,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.