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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Darondo,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.