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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.