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 Korea North and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.