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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.