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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.