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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.