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 Angola 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.