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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
MDC,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Model 500,
The Index,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.