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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.