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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Lalann,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.