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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.