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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.