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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.