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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.