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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Liliput,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.