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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Japan,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.