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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.