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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Victims to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Scion,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.