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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.