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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.