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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
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You don't know what you really want.