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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.