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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.