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 Cuba 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.