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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.