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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Standells 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.