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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.