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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.