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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.