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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.