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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.