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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.