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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.