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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.