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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.