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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.