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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.