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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.