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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
UT,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.