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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.