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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Erasure,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.