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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.