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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.