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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.