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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Gong,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.