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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.