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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.