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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.