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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.