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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.