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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.