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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.