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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
10cc,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.