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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.