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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Motorama 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.