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 Algeria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.