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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.