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 Africa and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.