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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.