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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.