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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.