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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.