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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.