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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.