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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.