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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.