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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.