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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.