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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.