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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.