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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.