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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.