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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Quantec,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.