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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.