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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.