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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.