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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.