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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wire,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.