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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.