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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.