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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Associates,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.