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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Magma,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.