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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.