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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.