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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.