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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.