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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Rekid,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.