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 Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.