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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.