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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.