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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.