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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.