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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.