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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.