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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Can,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Index,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.