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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.