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 Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.