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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.