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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Josef K,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.