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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.