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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.