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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.