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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Doors,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.