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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.