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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Man Parrish 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Wings,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.