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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.