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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.