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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.