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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.