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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.