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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Pole,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Faust,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.