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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.