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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.