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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.