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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Franke,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.