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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.