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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.