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 Estonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Franke,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.