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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.