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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.