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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.