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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.