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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.