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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.