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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.