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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.