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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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 Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.