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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.