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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Television,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.