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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.