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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.