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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.