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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.