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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.