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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.