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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
the Association,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.