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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.