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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.