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 France 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.