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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Gong,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.