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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Monks,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.