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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.