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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.