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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.