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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Brick,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.