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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.