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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.