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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.