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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.