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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.