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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.