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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.