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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.