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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.