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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
DNA,
Little Man,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.