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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.