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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.