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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.