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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.