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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.