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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Television,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.