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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.