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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
This Heat,
JFA,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.