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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.