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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Television,
The Index,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.