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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.