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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.