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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.