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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
UT,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.