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 India and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Can to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.