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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.