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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.