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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Unwound,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.