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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.