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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.