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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.