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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.