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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Magma,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.