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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.