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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
X-102,
JFA,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.