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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.