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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.