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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.