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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.