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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Technova,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.