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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.