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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.