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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.