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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.