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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.