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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.