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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.