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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.