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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.