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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
New Order,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.