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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
cv313,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.