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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Move,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Wings,
ABBA,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.