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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.