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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Slave,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.