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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.