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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.