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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.