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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.