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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.