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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.