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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Section 25,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.