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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.