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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.