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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.