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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Saints to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.