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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.