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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.