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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
UT,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.