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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.