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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
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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.