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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.