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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.