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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.