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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Sonics,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Hashim,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.