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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.