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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.