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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.