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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.