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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Visage,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.