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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Excepter,
MC5,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.