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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.