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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.