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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.