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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.