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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.