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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.