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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.