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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.