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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.