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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.