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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.