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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.