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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.