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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
10cc,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.