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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.