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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.