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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.