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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.