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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.