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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Nico,
New Order,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.