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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.