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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.