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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.