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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.