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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.