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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.