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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.