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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.