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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.