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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Swans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.