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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.