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 Mali 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Nico to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Can,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.