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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.