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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.