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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.