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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.