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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Visage,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.