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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Modern Lovers 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.