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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.