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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.