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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.