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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Associates,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.