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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.