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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.