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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.