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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.