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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.