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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Can,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Saints,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.