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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.