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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.