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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.