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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.