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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.