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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
the Normal,
Echospace,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
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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.