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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.