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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.