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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Organ,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.