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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.