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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.