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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
DNA,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.