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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.